DANANG, VIETNAM – We’ve sampled a lot of beer since we arrived in Vietnam almost two and a half years ago. Some good, some not so good, and some truly awful…
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DANANG, VIETNAM – We’ve sampled a lot of beer since we arrived in Vietnam almost two and a half years ago. Some good, some not so good, and some truly awful…
Continue reading “Quest for Beer: Vietnam: What’s in a name?”
HANOI, VIETNAM – Several years ago, Melanie and I decided that when we retired, we would sell our house and all our belongings and then travel the world.
The first step was pretty easy. We stopped buying anything we didn’t really need.
Continue reading “Who knew getting rid of all our stuff could be so complicated?”
HANOI, VIETNAM – For most of the three-and-a-half weeks we’ve been in Hanoi it’s been around 70 degrees during the day (except for a brief cold spell, and a few days that were near 80) — a far cry from the chilly weather we experienced just before we left the Pacific Northwest.
Skipping winter from now on was one of my main desires when we were looking for a place to stay for a while. That and easy access to a market where we could buy fresh food.
So far we’re winning on both counts.
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HANOI, VIETNAM – OK, I admit it, I was not prepared. There are over 7 million people in Hanoi, and well, goods have to come from somewhere and people have to be able to buy them. We hit the jackpot in the Dong Xuan Market in the Old Quarter. The words ‘huge’ and ‘expansive’ don’t even do it justice. Three floors, even an escalator, and many stairways.
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HANOI, VIETNAM – I’ll write about more flight adventures later, but I thought I would share with you (especially Dr. Flanagan) about travel and the “American” way of life. What do I mean? Let me tell you my tale:
We get on the plane for Taipei at midnight in Seattle. Getting to the airport, checking in for our flight, boarding the plane – that part was uneventful. But the Northwest has a terrible windstorm that night and we get the resulting ‘rock and roll’ for a few hours at the start of the flight.
They want to serve me food soon. I’m almost sick, but I am saying to myself, “I AM NOT ON A BOAT AND I WILL NOT BE SICK.” This means I have nothing in my stomach for hours.
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